slave to the man

I work too much. My days run together - just one never ending blur of work, sleep, work, work, work.

If I didn't keep a highly detailed calendar, I wouldn't know at all what happened this week.

It's steadily approaching Saturday morning and, through some sadistic twist of fate, work schedules, and appointments that couldn't be rescheduled, I haven't had a normal amount of rest since Wednesday.

I can barely read. My eyes are constantly drooping. I keep reminding myself that I only have 3 hours left of work and then I can crash, but then I also remember that I only have 3 hours left to finish everything still left to do. Which is... everything.

Not even adderall can save me from this amount of sleep deprivation. I literally felt nothing when I took some earlier.

The best sleep I got today was when I accidentally fell asleep in the tanning bed.
Seriously, what is my life coming to?

visits with the man behind the paper mask

Blaaargh. I hate dentist appointments.

I hate dental hygienists.

I hate the smell of latex and... mouth.

I hate the 80s sunglasses they make you wear to avoid getting fluoride splatter and spit in your eyes.

closet bulimia - oh, punny

Today was a day of purging. And not 14-year-old bulimia purging, either.

I had to clean my apartment, and ended up doing so much more than that.

Because of the move to Miami this summer, I have to sell basically all of my furniture and the majority of my other belongings that aren't exceptionally important. I have to show the apartment next week to some potential shady Craigslist buyers, which meant that, despite the rest of my house being generally acceptable for having company over, I would have to actually attempt cleaning my blackhole of a bedroom.

inspired

I recently found this on one of my many late-night Stumble Upon binges... or perhaps on a random blog. I'm notoriously bad at saving links.

Regardless, this, combined with my upcoming move to Miami - city of beautiful people - leaves me, once again, inspired to lose weight.

When it comes to losing weight, unlike any other aspect in my life, I am logical, mathematical, and generally develop savant-like abilities to endlessly research the perfect formula for ideal weight loss. Unfortunately, that drive usually lasts about two days. Meh.

HW: 140 lbs, BMI: 24.1

CW: 135 lbs, BMI: 23.2

GW: 110 lbs, BMI: 18.9

My current goal is to reach 115 lbs by July 15 - just before the big move to Miami.

20 lbs in 12 weeks.

1.67 lbs per week.

5845 calorie deficit per week.

That leaves me with 417.5 calories to burn each day, in addition to consuming - at most - 1370 calories. We shall see.

ETA: the above picture is a snip taken from http://aandmlady.blogspot.com/ one night whilst I was creepin'. credit given where credit is due, yo.